Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

When Ying Chuyan was slightly conscious, he felt something flowing into his mouth, which was very sweet. But the dizziness in his head and the inability to open his eyes prevented him from waking up.

He wanted to sleep very much, but the surviving trace of reason in his mind warned him that if he continued to sleep like this, he would never wake up again.

Unable to sleep, unable to sleep, Ying Chuyan forced himself to open his eyes. He struggled to wake up, but his eyelids were extremely weak and could not be lifted, as if they were stuck.

At this moment, he heard the delicate and soft voice of a girl.

"Hey, is it useless? Why is there no response?"

Aning stretched out a leaf and patted the man's cheek. Seeing that the man still looked lifeless, he took the opportunity to climb onto the man's eyelids.

"Is my jade dew not working anymore?"

Ying Chuyan only felt something picking at his eyelids, but the force was not strong and there was no malice. Suddenly, the defense he had built up in his heart was broken down, and then some subtle light suddenly appeared in his sight, but it was only very small. short.

His body started to feel, and a warm current rushed towards his meridians. After an unknown amount of time, Ying Chuyan's consciousness gradually returned, and his bloody fingertips moved slightly.

He was now very sure that he was not dead, and that someone had saved him, and as expected, this person was the owner of the voice that just spoke.

When he fell off the cliff, he was stabbed in the chest with a sword, but now he felt no other discomfort besides feeling weak.

Did someone save him?

But now is not the time to think about these problems. He must wake up immediately. Unknown dangers at the bottom of the cliff may occur at any time.

Ying Chuyan tried his best to open his eyes. With fluttering eyelashes, he finally opened his eyelids. The light and shadow in his vision were chaotic. He blinked slowly to try to see clearly the environment he was in.

"Hey, I'm awake."

The sweet voice belonging to the little girl sounded again. Ying Chuyan's heart moved slightly, and he turned his eyes to find the source of the sound, but there was nothing.

He didn't dare to act rashly. Although he didn't feel any discomfort, he was very weak. He opened his lips with difficulty, a friendly smile appeared on his pale face and said hoarsely to the air: "Did you save me?"

"Yeah!" Aning nodded heavily, and the extended stems and leaves climbed onto the man again. The emerald green leaves were light and soft. She soon appeared in the other man's sight and tapped his lips curiously.

"hot."

Ying Chuyan saw a vine-like plant dangling in front of him. He wanted to hide, but couldn't. He could only let the vine do whatever it wanted.

Currently, his body is very weak, and this vine will kill him if he is not careful, so Ying Chuyan does not dare to act rashly.

However, the vine didn't seem to do anything other than move its hands and feet on his face.

"I saved you, you have to talk to me and be my nourishment, you know?"

Aning tapped the other person's nose with a blade, and said in an extremely domineering tone, but the voice was soft and soft, and it sounded like he was coquettish.

Ying Chuyan was not sure if the vine in front of him was speaking, but apart from the vine, it was obvious that there was no one here. Many thoughts suddenly came to his mind. He was a little tired, so he closed his eyes and asked, "What do you know?"

"Talk to me and be my nourishment." The soft and waxy voice answered again.

"Did you hear that?" Seeing the other person's eyes closed and his breathing weak, Aning thought he had fainted again, and quickly used the blade to lift his eyelids.

But just as the top of the leaf touched his eyelids, the man suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils dark and deep, with some unfathomable meaning.

Aning looked at him for a few times, then silently retracted the blade, and his momentum became weaker for no reason.

"Did you, did you hear that?"

"I heard it, but I'm injured now. It's very serious. I can't talk too much with you." Ying Chuyan lightly closed his eyes, and his fine long eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes, which matched his languid look. , as if if he said one more word, he would faint immediately.

Seeing him so angry, Aning hesitated for a moment, then moved closer to his lips again.

She said: "Then open your mouth and eat one of my leaves."

After a simple conversation, Ying Chuyan had a general understanding of this vine. It was a vine demon that had not yet transformed. As for why he saved him, he probably wanted to absorb his essence to improve his cultivation.

Anyway, the worst outcome is death. Just as Ying Chuyan opened her mouth to bite off a leaf, she heard the sweet voice of the other party.

"You can only bite one piece."

"……Um."

"I'm afraid of pain, you, please be gentle."

"I try my best."

"Then you eat it!"

This death-defying tone made Ying Chuyan almost think that he was going to do something to her. Can he still eat the leaves that were fed to his mouth?

"Eat quickly, I'm ready." An Ning urged.

Ying Chuyan had no emotion. He opened his mouth obediently and bit off a leaf from the vine. He chewed it, but it had no taste. After swallowing it, he felt a hint of sweetness.

The moment he bit off the leaf, the vine retracted like a snail's tentacles.

For a moment, there was silence in the cave.

The young and unique green plant in the corner is drooping its leaves, looking wilted and lack of energy.

Ying Chuyan here felt that his limbs seemed to have regained their strength a moment after eating the leaves, and the lost spiritual power slowly gathered.

Although there was still some pain in his body, compared to his previous state of unconsciousness, Ying Chuyan breathed a sigh of relief.

He endured the pain and sat up. He first looked at the injuries on his body and found that except for the tears on his clothes and large blood stains, the sword wound on his chest was gone.

Not only that, all the other wounds on his body were healed, not even leaving any traces. Thinking about the talking vine and the eaten leaves, he seemed to understand something.

Looking sideways, Ying Chuyan looked around at the environment here in the not-so-bright light. Except for the leafy vines on the top, the stone walls here were steep and the land was barren. Only a wilted green plant grew in the rock crevice behind it. Nothing else.

What about the little demon?